There are some people blessed with the poise of the Dalai Lama. They go through life exuding peace, not even Hurricane Irene could ruffle their feathers. I know two people, both women, like this. Whenever I think about adopting a more peaceful demeanor in my life, I think of Helen and Lynn.
Helen was my CPA. I always thought she was an oxymoron. About as unusual as my hippie friend Mel driving a cherry red, 350hp El Camino. But even with those of us who eked out every last second around tax time, Helen possessed a sublime equanimity that would make the Pope jealous. (I’ll work in Buddha soon. Wait for it.)
And, then, there’s Lynn. When I emailed her earlier this summer asking if I could bring a van-load of folks from the Honolulu office (a.k.a. the City Girls) by for a weekday visit, she not only said yes. She served tea and cookies. At a moment’s notice.
Lynn Muramoto is the quiet force behind the Lawai International Center and the focus of my newest feature story: Lawai International Center: A Life’s Purpose—and Some Shrines—Revealed. I invite you to read it. And, if you’re on Kauai the second and/or last Sunday of any month, Lynn welcomes you to experience this special place, an archaeological and cultural treasure in a valley long recognized as a healing sanctuary. Hmm, never got to the Buddha. Probably because the simile is too obvious.